Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.